“Hey! You! Hey!” I yelled. “Hey, mister!” everyone was looking at my direction except for that guy.
Finally, I had the guts to run after him. “Hey!’
He then turned to me. He was surprised to see everybody looking at us.
“Yes? Did you call me?” he asked amusingly.
“Yes! YOU!” I told him.
“What can I do for you?” he raised his eyebrow as he spoke. "It should be important because I am so late for my appointment."
"You just bumped into me!" I said.
"Excuse me?" he asked.
"I said, you bumped into me!" I repeated.
"And?" his only reaction.
I was amused with what he just said. My eyebrows raised higher than it already was. Actually, it curved like it never curved before.
"And... I dropped my things on the floor."
"So? Pick them up!" he said and attempted to turn his back on me.
I tried to think of anything that could catch his attention as fast as I could. I tried to squeeze my brain for any idea, but I'm becoming hopeless. Suddenly, a thought came in mind.
"I can't abort the baby!" I shouted.
He stopped walking. He turned to me. Obviously, I caught his attention. His eyes grew wide as he looked at me. I can sense some panic in him. If there was a thing he was scared about, it's probably having someone humiliate him in public. He sprinted towards me. He grabbed me by my arm but didn't say anything at all. He dragged me until we reached the elevator. People were looking at us. The door opened. He let me get inside, almost throwing me in.
He pressed button 6 and turned to me.
"What are you doing here?" he asked in a very low voice, as if some other people would hear us. His was almost whispering, teeth grinding.
His face was inches away from me. I can smell his after-shave balm. If I wasn't mistaken, he's using Armani Code. It's sexy and seductive, but it doesn't smell very strong at all. I should know. After all, I used to work for Scent Me, a fragrance store in the largest and most popular store in the country, The Andromeda Square.
He was holding my arm. No, actually, he was grasping it. His eyes were round and gray, a sexy combination for a man like him. His lips were pinkish, like it had never touched a cigarette that would make it dry. He has a pair of dimples on his face.
"I... I... I just want you to apologize f-for bumping into me and dropping my stuff," I stuttered.
"You know what?" he stared at me. Suddenly, he let go of me. He was in a state-of-shock. I was confused with such action. He looked like he saw a ghost of his past. "Y-y-you?!"
I was puzzled. Suddenly, there was a tingling sound in the elevator - an indication that we have already reached our destination.
Welcome to sixth floor of The Island Paradise. Enjoy your stay! A voice prompt can be heard, after which, the doors opened.
He dragged me until we reached an oakwood door with brass knob. An average woman was sitting on a table next to the door. She smiled at the guy but she looked surprised to see me. It was the same reaction I saw from the guy earlier.
The guy nodded to the average woman.
"Amelia, don't let any one get inside the office... and I mean anyone! If someone would look for me, tell them I am away for a while. Cancel the meeting that I have, which would due in..." he looked at his watch, "shit! It'll due in an hour from now. You need to cancel it. Tell the department heads we will have the meeting tomorrow, same time. Alright?" his instructions to the average woman, who appeared to be his secretary.
"Yes, Justin," the woman smiled. "If your brother would lo-"
"Tell him I am not back yet," he didn't let the woman finish what she was about to say.
He dragged me inside and almost threw me on the chair in front of a black granite table.
"We need to talk," he said in a manly expression. His face wasn't dark, but it obviously wants a lot of questions answered - and it's starting to terrify me.
Finally, I had the guts to run after him. “Hey!’
He then turned to me. He was surprised to see everybody looking at us.
“Yes? Did you call me?” he asked amusingly.
“Yes! YOU!” I told him.
“What can I do for you?” he raised his eyebrow as he spoke. "It should be important because I am so late for my appointment."
"You just bumped into me!" I said.
"Excuse me?" he asked.
"I said, you bumped into me!" I repeated.
"And?" his only reaction.
I was amused with what he just said. My eyebrows raised higher than it already was. Actually, it curved like it never curved before.
"And... I dropped my things on the floor."
"So? Pick them up!" he said and attempted to turn his back on me.
I tried to think of anything that could catch his attention as fast as I could. I tried to squeeze my brain for any idea, but I'm becoming hopeless. Suddenly, a thought came in mind.
"I can't abort the baby!" I shouted.
He stopped walking. He turned to me. Obviously, I caught his attention. His eyes grew wide as he looked at me. I can sense some panic in him. If there was a thing he was scared about, it's probably having someone humiliate him in public. He sprinted towards me. He grabbed me by my arm but didn't say anything at all. He dragged me until we reached the elevator. People were looking at us. The door opened. He let me get inside, almost throwing me in.
He pressed button 6 and turned to me.
"What are you doing here?" he asked in a very low voice, as if some other people would hear us. His was almost whispering, teeth grinding.
His face was inches away from me. I can smell his after-shave balm. If I wasn't mistaken, he's using Armani Code. It's sexy and seductive, but it doesn't smell very strong at all. I should know. After all, I used to work for Scent Me, a fragrance store in the largest and most popular store in the country, The Andromeda Square.
He was holding my arm. No, actually, he was grasping it. His eyes were round and gray, a sexy combination for a man like him. His lips were pinkish, like it had never touched a cigarette that would make it dry. He has a pair of dimples on his face.
"I... I... I just want you to apologize f-for bumping into me and dropping my stuff," I stuttered.
"You know what?" he stared at me. Suddenly, he let go of me. He was in a state-of-shock. I was confused with such action. He looked like he saw a ghost of his past. "Y-y-you?!"
I was puzzled. Suddenly, there was a tingling sound in the elevator - an indication that we have already reached our destination.
Welcome to sixth floor of The Island Paradise. Enjoy your stay! A voice prompt can be heard, after which, the doors opened.
He dragged me until we reached an oakwood door with brass knob. An average woman was sitting on a table next to the door. She smiled at the guy but she looked surprised to see me. It was the same reaction I saw from the guy earlier.
The guy nodded to the average woman.
"Amelia, don't let any one get inside the office... and I mean anyone! If someone would look for me, tell them I am away for a while. Cancel the meeting that I have, which would due in..." he looked at his watch, "shit! It'll due in an hour from now. You need to cancel it. Tell the department heads we will have the meeting tomorrow, same time. Alright?" his instructions to the average woman, who appeared to be his secretary.
"Yes, Justin," the woman smiled. "If your brother would lo-"
"Tell him I am not back yet," he didn't let the woman finish what she was about to say.
He dragged me inside and almost threw me on the chair in front of a black granite table.
"We need to talk," he said in a manly expression. His face wasn't dark, but it obviously wants a lot of questions answered - and it's starting to terrify me.
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